Killer Instinct Kim Wu Novels & Stories

"The Velenoso is asking for the CCTV footage of the art gallery, Master," Kim told Killian as she entered his room and sat on his lap. "Tell Joseph to give it to him. After all there is nothing in it." Kim nodded. "As per your instructions, a different footage has been provided to the art gallery's security team." Killian smirked, "I will enjoy this game in the long run, what do you say, how much time will it take The Velenoso to understand that I want his wife?" He asked, tracing the outline of her breast. His eyes were dark and full of intimidation.

She nodded, knowing he was right—but hating it anyway. “Kourt,” he said, voice low, fierce, “promise me. If anything happens—” “Don’t.” Her voice cracked. “Don’t you dare say goodbye.” He leaned forward, kissed her quickly, fiercely. Then turned and ran into the dark. Elsewhere, in the Vault Wing Kim moved like a phantom through the corridor—dressed in black, hair pinned, face sharp with purpose. The flash drive in her pocket felt hot against her skin. It was almost poetic—destroying everything in the place where it all began.

She kicked a man in her front and shot him, "Look, every where is dusty and smokey, I can't even see well." "It was the only option we had!" He yelled over the ruckus, "At least it worked!" "I hope I don't kill someone from our Mafia, if I do it's on you." Kim said as she did a shooting spree killing the five men that charged towards her. The noise increased as more men came. They had instructed their members to invade through the front and back to completely catch their enemies off guard and it seemed to be working a great deal. "So what next now?" Mrs Hart asked. She dropped her gun and dealt a blow to the opponent in her front. She grabbed him and twisted his neck till he dropped lifeless

Tears and snot streamed down her face as she banged her head repeatedly on the floor, her forehead quickly turned bruised and swollen. "I'm begging you. I'll find a way to pay you back. I swear I will. Just let Dwight go!" The two officers frowned but remained silent, their eyes fixed on me. I looked down at the woman whom I had once cherished, trusted, and who had ultimately tried to take my life. I watched her, without a second thought, discard every shred of dignity for her brother. In my previous life, when I was curled up in the hospital in the late stages of stomach cancer, racked with pain, did she kneel before the doctors like this, crying and begging them to use the best medicine?

I breathed, staring at the typed lines on the paper. "It's a deal," Killian corrected, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an intense, suffocating grip. "You protect your precious secret, and I get what I want." "And what happens after thirty days?" I asked, my breathing shallow. Killian leaned in closer, his chest pressing lightly against mine. I could feel the hard muscle beneath his shirt, the terrifying warmth of his body. "After thirty days, I delete the video, and I let you go. If you survive."

Killian continued but this time, it felt like all the anger he felt was sucked out of him. He felt so drained and tired. "I knew what I did was wrong that's why I was the one who initiated the rescue mission for Yifa because I forced Amaya to tell me everything that she did and planned with the South," Black explained but he wasn't saying that to get Killian 's sympathy because he knew that what he did was unacceptable.

She moved her hand on the bed searching for her father that’s when she felt the cold metallic surface. Frowning she opened her eyes and gasped, when she saw the infamous sliver knife under her fingers. She turned her head in a sudden movement and saw the killer sitting in the place where her father was. She opened her mouth to scream, but her voice caught in her throat and her heart beat violently against her chest. “SSSHHH!!!!” the killer said putting his gloved fingers on his masked lips and straddled her body, ready to attack her. Zara woke up with a jolt.

"I knew she would freak out," Death says from behind me in an I-Told-You-So sort of tone "Freak out? You just pulled me through a flipping mirror!" I scream at him, as I cross my arms tightly over my chest "I don't have short-term memory loss, I know what I did," he says snottily, crossing his arms back at me "Why I outta," I lift my fist taking a step towards him "Alright, violence will do nothing," a woman stops us, she had brown wavy hair cascading down her body to her elbows and a golden flower crown on his head with brown eyes, but boy, she was glowing and so beautiful, definitely a Goddess.

Trained. He’s done this before. Another shot split the air. It tore through the wall two feet from her face. Aria crawled behind the heavy oak bookshelf, breathing hard, heart slamming against her ribs like a trapped bird. Killian fired twice out the window fast, controlled, a rhythm that said don’t get closer. “I thought this place was off-grid!” Aria shouted. “It was.” He ducked behind a kitchen counter, grabbed a burner phone, smashed it underfoot. “You led them here?”

He lunged at Eliza, his teeth bared. He immediately reached forward as he pierced his hands sharply through her right chest and ripped out her heart. "Arggghh!" She yelled slowly going down on her knees as Killian squeezed her heart in his hands. "No!" Jethro gasped, struggling to sit up. "That's not what we stand for. We're a pack, not a bunch of killers." "You're just an ordinary Omega, whom we saved from discrimination and you decided to do this to us!" "From now henceforth, Omegas will always be treated less than slaves!" He growled.